Friday, July 21, 2006

sarah yates in summary

I will splash you while I'm driving if you're standing too close to a puddle and I don't think you're showing it the proper respect.** I believe that the perfectly sane are perfectly dull.** I say the wrong thing at the wrong time, always.** My wrong thing usually involves foul language.** I am positive that there are times when the world really is revolving around me.** I am potentially psychic (according to my mother, I have also been abducted by aliens).** I have an irrational fear of duck itch and don't much care for lake swimming because of it.** I think "momma had a baby and it's head popped off" every time I see a dandelion.** My hair is sometimes curly and sometimes straight- I attribute it to MAGIC.** I am more ambitious than anyone I have ever met.** I am a habitual procrastinator, which tends to impede my ambitions.** I react well to emergency situations but panic on escalators.** I've been known to cry over spilled milk.** I prefer the green m&m's to their lesser counterparts but don't discriminate when it comes to skittles.** I often feel like I'm being swamboozled or wambushed and don't know how to fix it.** I have a tendency to make up words.** I crave attention and then feel uncomfortable when I get it.** I would be a much happier person if we celebrated halloween on a monthly basis.** I am a smitten kitten when it comes to guys that make me laugh.** My inner child is a brat.**I love metaphors and saying things that grandmas say.** I can't fucking stand when people call San Francisco "Frisco".** I do not work well without disturbing others** I smell like coconut.** I'm far too clumsy to be put on a pedestal.** I am intrigued by corn dogs but have never eaten one.** I think every once in awhile karma needs a little help from her friends.** I have a habit of ending phone calls abruptly, often before the other person has said goodbye.** I would trade a day of my life for the perfect handbag.** I despise the word handbag but prefer it to purse.** I am uncomfortable around unusually short people.** I think cats wearing t-shirts are hilarious but that dressing dogs is gauche.** I wear boots on sunny days and flops when it rains.** I don't always do the best I can.** I am a combo of the bees knees and the cat's pajamas.** I can't stand hypocrisy unless I'm the hypocrite, in which case it's FUN.** I sound like a 13 year old schoolgirl on the phone.** I rub my feet together in a pseudo cricket ritual while I fall asleep.** I am mildly obsessed with dinosaurs, dog whispering, and deep sea creatures.** I love chocolate milk and pretzels more than life itself.** I can appreciate a good mustache but can't kiss anyone that has one.** I hate the thought of belly buttons, the lint they collect (meh meh?), and having mine touched.** I like facts, and space.** I intend to buy a house on the beach in La Jolla and am ok with the fact that it will cost upwards of 12 million.** I have a professional hula hoop and bruises on my hips from over use.** I may be a hula-hoopaholic.** I don't know any gang signs but I am still badass.** I live on Whore Island.** I am a Bike Rider, Shark Hunter, Ass Slapper. Professional of course. And, I love boots. Always have, always will.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

i'm already annoyed

I can't figure out how to get my picture uploaded, and have only been able to post it here. Help me Stavros.